Second two or maybe a day
 I glance over yellowed pages
 Touch the scares of your unpure soul
 I drown in sticky passion of your memory

 Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses
 The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows
 And every seed is a diamond blade

 In the tact of their language beats my heart
 And pass centuries

 I touch the scares of your unpure soul
 Sometimes death comes at night
 Sometimes death is silence
 Sometimes death scares the wind
 Sometimes death gives birth to the dark

 Let the show go on

 I touch the scars of your unpure soul
 In red iris daylight dies
 Nothing shall escape from me

 Sometimes death is filled with the blood
 Sometimes death fades away in fog
 Sometimes death il like a black storm
 Sometimes death scares the wind of life
 Sometimes death comes to you at night
 Sometimes death gives birth to the dark

 I touch the scars of your unpure soul
 Sometimes death is filled with blood
 Sometimes death fades away in fog
 Sometimes death is like a black storm
 Sometimes death has many names